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tisers and all others who have so kindly
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To Miss Anne T. Dunphy, whose high ideals of scholarship
and conduct, whose wise counsel, and whose unselfish devotion
have been the inspiration of all students of Williamsburg High
School, we lovingly dedicate this issue of "The Tattler".
CLARA BELLE ATHERTOX
Class Play (4).
Here is the quiet one of our class, whom we
call "Tink," yet she might surprise you, for she's
sometimes not so quiet as you think. School
seems to be her ambition for she's always there
except when the snow's so deep that she might get
buried in a drift. She seems to follow her two
older sisters in her liking for Village Hill, but
everyone feels quite sure that she won't follow
them right away in one respect.
Good for you, Clara, you'll be just as happy!
EVELYN LOUISE ATHERTON
Class Play (4), Prophecy on Prophet.
Although she hailed from the little town of
Plainfield, she took to city life like a duck to
Due to much practice, she has become a very
As second lady in "Miss Cherryblossom," she
delighted everyone. Hut the difficulties that
"Evie" and her "opposite" had during rehearsals
were worth watching.
Success to you and vours.
MARY EGESTA BLACK
Vice-President (3) Chairman Executive Commit-
tee of Debating Society (4), Class Play (4).
Property Manager Class Play (4). Basketball
(4), Alumni Debating Prize (1 •). Assistant Editor
Tattler (4), Class Oration. Pro Mcrito.
Do rings worn on the thumb mean anything.
Molly? Or — is it just to be different? But no
matter how busy, you always found time to help
us out. especially in multigraphing.
"When you're busy, you're happy."
HENRY THOMPSON DRAKE
Soccer (3), Secretary (3) (4), Baseball (3) (4),
Class Play (4).
"Pinhead" is that bashful boy from the hotel.
From the hotel is all right but there is some doubt
about the bashful part, for how about the con-
quests he made while in Washington. His favor-
ite song is "Sweet Stranger."
LOGIA CATHARINE KMIT.
"Cherry" or "Loge"
Vice-President Debating Society (4), Class Play
(4), Assistant Editor of Tattler (4),
Class History. '
We shall all remember Logia in "Miss Cherry
Blossom," especially when she said "Do it some
more," but how her face did color! She is also
our Helen Wills on the court and what should we
ever have done without her talent as a musician!
We shall hear from you later "Cherry".
Exchange Editor Tattler (4),
Many things would be behind time here if it
were not for Marj's diligent work on the type-
writer. We suppose it is because she is so studi-
ous that she has been calling on Mr. Dewhurst.
WANDA ELIZABETH PENNINGTON
Here's one of the curly-haired members of the
class of '28 — another lively senior. With a
Packard at her command and switchboard always
at hand she will probably continue to be an up-
to-date and popular young lady. Keep it up —
that's what a graduate of Burgy should be.
Vice President (2). Class Play (4). President of
Debating Society (4). Member of Interscholastic
Debating Team (4). Assistant Business Manager
of Tattler (4). School Reporter (4). Second
Prize Alumni Debate (4). Farewell Address.
Olive is the Senior's representative on the de-
bating team and we are all proud of her success
in the interscholastic debates.
She has also made quite a success in another
direction. Her sweet smile is enjoyed not only
by l^er classmates, but also by a certain member
of the faculty.
MILDRED ESTHER ROBERGE
Public Speaking Prize (3), Vice-President (4).
Mildred is the "wee one" of her class. Here
she is with the smile that she usually carries ex-
cept when Walter Utley tries to convince her that
fiction-robbers should be bailed out and thus her
elocutionary art is brought out. — Milly's aspira-
tion is marriage. She has a real liking for music,
especially Hawaiian, — we wonder why !
PAULINE ALICE WEBB
Secretary and Treasurer (1), Vice-President
Girls' A. A. (3), Literary Editor (3), Manager
and Captain Girls' Basketball Team (3) (4),
President (3) (4), Executive Committee of De-
bating Society (4), Class Play (4), Business
Manager Class Play (4), Business Manager
Tattler (4), Lincoln Medal (4), Pro Merito, Ad-
dress of Welcome.
Pauline, our tall, brown-eyed president has the
faculty of driving home a point and clinching it to
her own satisfaction. Her choice of cars is a
Maxwell because of its "Merritt," although others
are not "Ut-er-ley" out of the question.
LEROY WATSON WEEKS
Soccer (1) (2) (3), Baseball (2) (3), Basketball
(4), Class Play (4).
Roy certainly made a hit in Washington society.
He has so many callers that he should hav*t
"Keep out" on the door of his private office, which
he has recently taken up in the Assembly Hall.
His drawing ability is confined to a "Gallopin"
Girl but his singing ability, in the role of "Togo"
has brought him even more fame.
We wish best luck to you Roy.
WALTER SAMPSON UTLEY
Joke Editor Tattler (3), Executive Committee of
Debating Society (3), Class Treasurer (3) (4),
Class Play, Editor-in-Chief Tattler (4), Class
Prophet, Pro Merito.
This little boy from Chesterfield was welcomed
into our class in our Junior year being an ex-'27
member. He has raised our standards in marks,
height, and fun. In mischief he abounds, but we
don't know what we would do without him to man-
age our "class stocking."
ADDRESS OF WELCOME
Teachers. Parents, and Friends :
We bid you welcome !
As we stand to-night prepared to en-
ter into the activities of life, we are
happy to see you here wishing us
"Godspeed". It is our pleasure to ex-
press our gratitude to you, our teach-
ers, for your help in preparing us for
life and for your inspiration in lead-
ing us to high ideals. We welcome
your, our parents, and we realize more
to-night than ever before what pa-
tience you have shown and what sacri-
fices you have made to aid us to
reach our goal. In greeting our
friends we are reminded of the en-
couragement which you have given us
when we have failed and of your re-
joicing with us when we have been
We have looked forward to this —
our Class Night for four years. To-
night our anticipations are realized
and we the class of 1928 welcome you
to our exercises.
Pauline Webb, '28.
Four years ago a troop of not fair-
ies but lively freshmen entered these
walls of Williamsburg High School.
Needless to sav we heard the custom-
ary admonitions given incoming classes
by Miss Merrifield, "Don't run up the
stairs." After getting partially set-
tled in our home room, we trooped to
our various classes. We met Miss
Pratt in Ancient History. Mr. Cleon
Johnson in Mathematics and a few
met Miss Dunphy in Latin. We were
an energetic class and soon, under the
guidance of the senior president we
elected the following officers: "Bud"
Foster, president; Clary Snow, vice-
president; and Pauline Webb, secre-
tary and treasurer. We might men-
tion for the benefit of the underclass-
men that dues were paid that year
and perhaps that was the boost we
needed to start our Washington trip.
For the next few weeks we heard
rumors of Freshmen Reception and the
terrible things which would happen to
us. We all tried to act brave, but
when it came we were a bit disappoint-
ed that it was so tame. Imagine !
Pauline had to sit on the stage and
watch the proceedings. What a ter-
rible thing to have to do !
A few school parties were held, the
most exciting of which was the Jun-
ior-Senior prom from which we fresh-
men were excluded, although a few of
us. acting as waitresses, had a chance
to peek in. The biggest event of the
year was the colorful play, "The Gyp-
sy Rover." The upper classmen took
the leading parts but even freshmen
were called in for such parts as Amer-
ican girls and gypsies.
Our basketball team, for the most
part composed of members of the
class of '25, had quite a successful
At the beginning of our second
year we were disappointed to find that
some had dropped from our ranks.
Mr. Johnson had left us and Mr. Bauer
had taken his place while Miss Pratt's
place was filled by Mrs. Warner.
This year we were allowed to con-
duct our own class meeting and, with-
out the aid of the seniors, elected the
following officers: "Bud" Foster, pre-
sident; Olive Rhoades, vice-president;
and Warren McAvoy, secretary and
treasurer. Profiting by our own ex-
perience, we gave the freshmen a
time exciting enough to meet their
The biggest party of the year was
the Washington Party at which many
colonial costumes were on parade.
The importance of debating im-
pressed itself upon us for the first time
when we tried to absorb the
weighty arguments on "Immigration"
and "Aviation" presented by the up-
With June at hand we realized that
we were one step nearer our goal.
Upon entering as juniors, we wel-
comed Mr. Cooney in Miss Merri-
field's place and Mr. Turner in Mr.
Bauer's place. The first real business
of the year was the election of of-
ficers. After much deliberation we
chose the following: Pauline Webb,'
president; Mary Black, vice-president;
Henry Drake, secretary; and Walter
The Hallowe'en party this year,
with its spooks and fortune-teller, was
a great success, and of course, "our"
Junior Prom was the best ever.
The efficient coaching of Mr. Coon-
ey brought inspiration to our athletes
and credit to our school.
The Senior play, "A Family Affair"
showed the dramatic ability of that
class. The proceeds from this, and
many food sales and whist parties,
helped to swell the fund which took
our Seniors to Washington for the first
time. Their interesting experiences
aroused our enthusiasm to raise monej'
for such a trip. Our first attempt
took the form of a successful Larkin
order which, with the help of Mrs.
Warner, we got up during the summer.
This gave us a nucleus of almost $70
and the courage to start out in the fall
to complete the fund.
As dignified Seniors, we proceeded
to elect the slate of officers who would
guide us through our last and most
important year. They were: Pauline
Webb, president ; Mildred Roberge,
vice-president; Henry Drake, secre-
tary; and Walter Utley, treasurer.
Bending all our efforts toward mak-
ing possible the trip to our National
Capitol, we dispensed with some of
the social functions, but enjoyed more
than ever our Freshman and Junior-
Although handicapped b}^ the loss of
some of our best athletes, those who
were left, together with the new re-
cruits, have worked hard to uphold
the standard of our school in athletics.
One of the greatest events of the
year was the Operetta, "Miss Cherry
Blossom" — with its beautiful costumes
Our first attemjit at inter-scholastic
debating proved very successful in
that we defeated both Hopkins Acad-
emy and Amherst High School this
Our much talked of trip to Wash-
ington became a reality in May and
far exceeded our expectations.
Now that we have almost reached
that goal toward which we have been
striving for many years, we realize it
is only a stepping stone on our way
to higher things — that we still must
"work to win".
Logia Kmit, '28.
One cool evening in late summer.
1958, I was walking slowly along the
streets of the busy western city of
Williamsburg. As I had nothing bet-
ter to do I was reading the "shingles"
hung out over the various doors.
One that attracted my attention
especially was that of a "Monsieur
Yogi, Crystal Gazer Extraordinary.
Your past, present, and future are as
clear to this seventh son of a seventh
son as the limpid crystal which he
reads. Price ten dollars a sitting."
Not being pressed for time I decided
to test the ability of this Crystal
Gazer and soon I found myself in the
sanctum of mystery.
Monsieur Yogi was a tall, thin gen-
tleman with a hooked nose. He got
busy at once. First he made several
passes over the ball and then mumbled
something that sounded like, "Myauto-
hasonlythreecylinders," then in a
clearer tone, he said, "I see a tall,
large, dark woman standing by the
side of a fliver-plane that has the fol-
lowing legend painted on its side.
'Take Dr. Skookum's Elongator pills.
If each tablet does not add three inches
and several pounds to your physique,
your money will be cheerfully refund-
ed.' Now the lady is speaking," con-
tinued Yogi, "she says, T started tak-
ing these pills after leaving High
School, at that time I was somewhat
small, now you see me a giantess. Now
step right up and don't crowd, these
pills are one dollar a box.' Come clos-
er," said Yogi, "and see if you can rec-
ognize her." I did as bidden and
found myself looking at Clara Ather-
ton. Dr. Skookum deserves the right
hand of fellowship, he must be a won-
der," I thought to myself. I stopped
thinking however because Yogi had
commenced speaking again.
"This time I see a schoolroom. The
teacher is of the spinster type, past
middle age, slim and tall, with slightly
gray hair. She is speaking to the pu-
pils, 'Everyone will remain after
school for one hour because of the ex-
cessive note passing that has gone on
this afternoon. Such conduct is dis-
graceful among pupils of your age'."
There is an open register on the
teacher's desk, the teacher's name is
Pauline Webb, do you place her?"
"Yes," I answered, "she always said
that she was going to be an 'old maid
schoolmarm' and she must have
reached her goal."
The ball became cloudy, then
cleared. Yogi commenced speaking.
"This time I see a mission school in
the city of Honolulu, in the Hawaiian
Islands. The lady in charge is short
and stout, she wears glasses. Come
closer, sir and see if you recognize
her." Mildred Roberge ! Then I remem
bered how interested she had been in
the Hawaiian Islands so I was not
The next view was of a huge estab-
lishment where tombstones were fin-
ished. There was a lady of the brun-
ette type in charge. Her black hair
was bobbed and she wore bangs over
her forehead. She also wore glasses.
"Marjorie Otis, by thunder!" I ex-
claimed. But she was well acquainted
with the various types of tombstones
due to the frequent excursions she
made past the cemetery on Village
Hill. No doubt her early training
helped her a lot.
Next the ball showed a so-called
"rubber-neck wagon" or sight-seeing
bus which one sees in the large cities.
This one was parked in front of the
Somehow the "hot air merchant"
or lecturer seemed familiar. In a flash
it came to me that no one but Roy
Weeks could stand so erect with chest
expanded, in such cramped quarters !
Yogi next showed me a littered
study in a huge dwelling house. The
man seated at the desk was apparently
an author, working on a manuscript.
He was quite slim and had very curly
hair. At the top of the manuscript
was written, "Love Letters Made
Easy," and, "How to Get Acquainted
on an Excursion". When I saw those
titles I knew at once that that man was
Henry Drake. His Washington trip
had been of some value to him after
The crystal did the "fade out" again.
Then I found myself looking into a
large public hall. Evidently a debate
was in progress. The subject was
"Installment Buying". A large, dark
haired woman was speaking for the
affirmative. Mary Black, to be sure,
still debating as she used to do, at
every possible opportunity.
This picture faded. Then there ap-
peared in the ball, a wonderful valley,
entirely filled with flocks of Rhode Is-
land Reds. Thousands of them ! A
hen ranch in the true sense of the
word! A lady was feeding the birds
and as she came nearer I recognized
Olive Rhoades ! Here was another ex-
ample of the effect of our early envir-
onment on our later life !
The next picture showed a lady
standing by a queer device that looked
like a switchboard. She was describ-
ing to . someone this machine, which
she had invented.
"This is an automatic switchboard,
which does away with the necessity
of a night operator being aroused from
a nap to answer calls."
The lady was Betty Pennington. She
had taken the downtrodden operator's
part because of her harrowing experi-
ences while an operator in Williams-
The next scene was a farm in the
hills of Massachusetts. It showed a
cozy white house set in the middle of
a velvet green lawn, large barns and
outbuildings in fine condition and fine
A farmerette was leading a husky
calf down to a brook to drink. This
farmerette was Evelyn Atherton ! She
had forsaken the gay city for a quiet
life among the hills. She had always
been deeply interested in farming, so
no doubt she was happy and contented.
When the ball cleared again there
appeared the front of a huge theater;
blazing with thousands of electric
lights announcing a musical comedy
starring Logia Kmit ! Anyone who
had seen her play the leading role in
"Miss Cherryblossom", while in high
school, would say that she was justi-
fied in adopting the stage for a pro-
The ball clouded, cleared and re-
mained empty. "There is nothing
more that I can tell you," said Yogi,
"except that such a long reading will
cost you double the ordinary price."
I paid him willingly as it was worth
any amount to see all my classmates
Walter Utley, 1928.
PROPHECY ON THE
After graduating from Williams-
burg, High School and completing my
course at Commercial College, I ob-
tained a position as private secretary
to the American Consul in Paris.
As I had always longed to go abroad
I accepted this position and remained
in that beautiful city for seven years.
After such a long absence I decided to
return to America, to home and
friends again. It was the day before
I was to start that I heard the news
that a great American Flyer, Captain
Walter S. Utley, was expected to ar-
rive in Paris that very afternoon. That
name seemed strangely familiar to me
and then I remembered Walter Utley
my classmate of Burgy High ; but he
had planned to be a lawyer after his
extensive practice in arguing cases
while in high school. I had so much
to do before leaving in the morning
that I could not possibly find time to
see him and oh ! how I did want to
know if he were the Walter Utley of
olden days ! To my sad disappoint-
ment I had to board ship, anxiously
wishing that I had just one more day
so that I could see the honored Cap-
tain Walter Utley.
My whole voyage was filled with
thoughts of him and of our high school
days. How I longed to know if he
were the Chesterfield youth who had
been the live-wire of our class ! Much
sooner than I had anticipated, we ar-
rived in the harbor of New York.
There sirens were blowing and ban-
ners were flying and we knew that
some unusual event was taking place.
I soon learned that Captain Walter
Utley who was in Paris when I left,
had just made a return trip.
I immediately hailed a taxi for the
landing-field where I saw a tall,
straight figure receiving congratula-
tions from the Mayor and other dig-
nitaries. It was indeed our Walter
Utley ! ! I finally managed to get
through the crowd and congratulate
him. Then we both began to talk at
once. When I asked him why he had
chosen to be a flyer, he told me that
he had started out as a lawyer but that
he had lost three important cases by
arguing a little too much as he was
wont to do in high school days. This
made him so discouraged that he was
ready to try something desperate. As
there was no more time to talk of high
school days, and classmates, he asked
me to join him the next day when he
would fly to Burgy. Of course I
The next day, bright and early we
hopped off and in about two hours we
landed on the field back of the high
school building in Burgy. As we were
landing we noticed that a banquet was
in progress in front of the building.
The airplane itself aroused great ex-
citement but imagine the commotion
when the banqueters, our classmates,
recognized us as the only two missing
members whom they never expected
to see dropping from the sky.
It was entirely due to our success-
ful pilot, that we had such an enjoy-
able reception all together. The ban-
quet was then turned into a reunion
and reception to our most famous
classmate. Captain Walter Utley.
Evelyn Atherton. '28.
We the members of the Class of
1928, being of sound, sane, elevated,
and refined mind, and having posses-
sion of these faculties which our teach-
ers cultivated and developed in us, do
make this our last will and testament
for the sole reason that we are about
to depart from these halls of learning
on this fatal and disastrous 26th day of
June and do hereby bequeath the fol-
To our successors, the class of 1929
our best wishes for their Washington
trip, hoping that theirs may be as suc-
cessful as ours.
To the class of 1930, our sister
class we leave love, gratitude, and un-
To the class of 1931, the right of
increasing their electric light bill, pro-
vided they do so to gain more knowl-
edge in Latin and Algebra.
To the faculty, the sole right to
commence the morning session at
seven o'clock if they deem it neces-
sary for the welfare of the students.
To Miss Dunphy, we leave our loy-
alty and appreciation of her careful
guidance during our past four years.
To Mrs. Warner we leave our grati-
tude for her help, which made possible
our Washington trip.
With Mr. Turner we leave the sole
right of keeping students off the desks
in Miss Dunphy's room.
To Mr. Chapman we leave the sole
privilege of teaching the seniors to
write short stories.
With Mr. Warner, our janitor, we
leave the right to read the morning
paper provided that he has his fires
started at eleven o'clock.
With Alice Dansereau, Mildred Ro-
berge leaves her ability to obtain ad-
mirers regardless of the distance.
To Edith Pearl, Henry Drake leaves
his skill in eating spaghetti provided
that she practices before her Washing-
Clara Atherton leaves her flirting-
ways to Blanche Heath.
To Phyllis Baker, Evelyn Atherton
leaves her privilege of writing letters
in school, with the i^rovision that she
does not exceed Evelyn's limits.
To Nellie Donahue we leave Pauline
Webb's ability to ride horseback.
Logia Kmit leaves her bashful way
to Barbara Bissell.
Mary Black leaves her debating
ability to Bill Witherell, provided he
debates over more sensible subjects in
the future than he has in the past.
With Evelyn Russell, Olive Rhoades
leaves her privilege of riding in the
Ford, with provision that they do not
park on Cummington roads.
Marjorie Otis leaves her ability to
make dates over the telephone to Bar-
Roy Weeks leaves his right to drive
the Ford to Raymond Lee.
To Thomas Barrus, Walter Utley
leaves his talent for entertaining the
In testimony thereof, we hereunto
set our hands, in the presence of pro-
per witnesses, and do declare this to
be our last will and testament, this
26th day of June, in the year of our
Lord one thousand nine hundred and
twenty-eight. Class of 1928
Miss A. T. Dunphy
Mrs. P. A. Warner Executors.
We are the class of twenty-eight.
You've heard of us already,
And yet we're not so very bad
At minding rules that steady.
We number just a dozen head.
Nine maids and laddies three;
The tallest one of all our group
Is Walter Ut-er-ley.
He's not high up just from his feet,
In tests he's higher still.
The marks upon his papers neat
Just give us all a thrill.
There's Olive Rhoades with charming smile.
And' most convincing manner;
With Dave and "Corp" won our debates,
And brought our school the banner.
Now Betty, so divinely tall,
With curly head of brown;
And laughing eyes just turns the heads
Of half the boys in town.
Evelyn's always on the jump,
And with her graceful manner,
Has been compared by one who knows
To the Goddess of Chase — Diana.
Logia, our lovely Geisha girl
In Japan's robe and flower,
Was just as sweet as she could be
In Cherry Blossom hour.
Pauline has climbed up to the top,
Is president of our class,
And in tests of every sort and kind
She never failed to pass.
Clara Atherton loves to cook
Far better than to study
Yet rain or shine, she always came,
E'en tho' the roads were muddy.
Marj'rie lives at the top of the hill.
Where the views are most entrancing,
Where glorious sunsets stir and thrill,
Her poetic moods enhancing.
Mary, Mary is not contrary
For we know how her garden grows.
The thought and effort planted there
Have blossomed forth in all its rows.
Roy Weeks got sick, he had the mumps.
We missed his talk and noise.
But it wasn't long ere he routed the lumps,
And hiked with the Boy Scout Boys.
Henry Drake has a head of curls,
And manner quiet and shy
Which can't be matched by any girls
No matter how they try.
Now last and least comes little me,
Perhaps the most unruly.
But little folks must act you see
Not to be lost unduly.
Yes, we're the class of twenty-eight,
Whose parting hour is near;
And though we soon must separate,
We'll hold school mem'ries dear.
May mem'ries of this school so bright,
Of teachers who have led us right,
Of schoolmates, friends so kind and true
Abide with us our whole life through.
Mildred Roberge, '28.
* Pauline Webb
Pro Merito group.
THE TATTLER 17
Those taking part in Graduation are:
Address of Welcome Pauline Webb
Class History Logia Kmit
Class Prophecy Walter Utley
Prophecy on Prophet
Class Poem Mildred Roberge
Class Will Betty Pennington
Class Oration Mary Black
Farewell Address Olive Rhoades
Miss Cherry blossom"
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Cherryblossom, American girl brought
up as daughter of Kokemo
Kokemo, proprietor of Japanese Tea
Garden Walter Kulash
John Henry Smith, guest of Mr.
Worthington Clary Snow-
Harry Foster Jones, Jack's pal, in love
with Jessica Bernard McAvoy
Horace Worthington, New York bro-
ker, entertaining friends with a trip
to Japan on his yacht
James Young, Worthington's private
secretary Henry Drake
Jessica Vanderpool, Worthington's
niece Evelyn Atherton
Togo, Japanese politician
Phyllis Baker, Roslyn Brown. Helen
Cross, Gladys Irwin, Rena Mc-
Cloud. Marjorie Otis. Olive Rhoades
Guests of Mr. Worthington:
Clara Atherton, Mary Black, Paul-
ine Webb, Winifred Lloyd, Gordon
Nash, Davis Snow, Chester Golash.
Kokemo's Tea Garden, Tokyo, Japan
Act I — Afternoon
Act II — Night of the same day
Act III — Night one week later
On January 27th and 28th the Sen-
ior Class Play was given. Underclass-
men added their talent to that of the
seniors and helped to make this play
The leading roles were well taken
by Logia Kmit and Clary Snow. The
"second" parts by Evelyn Atherton
and Bernard McAvoy were worthy of
note. Walter Kulash, the innkeeper
and comedian, received much applause
and did excellent work.
The minor parts and chorus were
well carried out and the bits of hu-
mor kept the audience in laughter. It
is well to mention that without the
untiring efforts of Miss Dunphv. Mrs.
LeDuc. and Mrs. Eaton, dramatic ami
musical directors, the entertainment
would not have succeeded so well.
The Washington Trip
When we left Williamsburg at quar-
ter to seven on the morning of April
28th, the ground was covered with
snow. Rain was falling but did not
in the least dampen our spirits. We
found Mr. Palmer at Springfield and
after hearing his laughing advice of
"It's sometimes wisest not to see every-
thing," to Mrs. LeDuc, our chaperone,
and his comradely greetings, we felt
very well acquainted. We stopped at
Philadelphia on the way down, taking
a bus tour of the city and Fairmount
Park. By the time we drew near
Washington, even our most sociable
member, Henry Drake, had ceased
to entertain his new acquaintances.
Sunday morning we went to the Fran-
ciscan Monastery, a wonderful repro-
duction of the Holy Land. In the
afternoon we toured the city, went to
Georgetown, Ft. Myers, stopped at
Arlington Cemetery where we saw the
tomb of the Unknown Soldier, the New
Amphitheatre and Floyd Bennett's
grave. We then continued our tour,
going through the Zoological Park
and stop]Ding at the Lincoln Memori-
al and the New National Cathedral.
The Cathedral, where rest the bodies
of Wilson and Dewey, will be complet-
ed in about ten years. In the evening
we visited the Congressional Library
which contains many treasures of his-
toric note. The lighting effect is won-
derful and brings out the beauty of
the magnificent architecture of the
Monday we went on another auto
tour, this time stopping at the capitol.
We made a thorough tour of the build-
ing and then, on being told by our
guide that we might walk up to the
dome, three of us did so. On return-
ing to tthe bus we were told that be-
cause of the aforementioned act the
schedule for the day had been held up
and we had opportunity to visit onh
the Bureau of Engraving before lunch.
In the afternoon we went to Alexan-
dria, stopping at Christ's Church and
the Washington Lodge Room, and
then on to Mt. Vernon, Washington's
home on the banks of the Potomac.
This certainly did not disappoint our
expectations and our trip back up the
Potomac by boat was a pleasure to be
Tuesday we went first to the monu-
ment where six of us walked up,
five hundred and fifty-five feet, to the
top but only two walked down. We
next went to the Pan-American Build-
ing, the Corcoran Art Gallery and the
White House. The afternoon includ-
ed a visit to Congress in session and
to the Old and New National Museums
where we saw the Roosevelt collec-
tion, the Francis Scott Key flag and
other wonderful things too numerous
The next morning we left for home
wishing that we might stay longer and
hoping to be able to return again. We
stopped at New York for lunch and
hajj, time to see some of the city. (We
might add that the boys time was tak-
en in coaching Henry on the "whys
and hows" of eating spaghetti!) We
arrived at Springfield, tired but happy
and pleasantly surprised to find a
large "reception committee" from
Burgy there to greet us.
Pauline Webb, '28.
Sept. 6 — First day of school with
all the new (little) Freshmen running
about, and the return of the worthy
Juniors who had become c 1; gnified
Sept. IS — Rummage Sale in Hay-
denville for benefit of Senior Class
Sept. 1 ()' — McKinley Day celebrated
in Friday morning exercises.
Sept. 23 — Freshman Reception.
Oct. 3 — First debate of the year
Subject: Government Ownership of
Oct. 21 — Friday morning exercises,
Nov. 5. — Hallowe'en Party given by
Hi-Y and the losing team in our ma-
gazine subscription campaign.
Nov. i — Kipling Day celebrated in
Friday morning program.
Nov. 11 — Exercises for Armistice
Day and Education week.
Nov. 23 — Debate, subject Capitol
Nov. 30 — Card Party in Hayden-
ville for Washington Trip.
Dec. 9 — Debate on MeNary-Hau-
Dec. 23 — Last preliminary debate —
Subject: Labor Unions.
Dec. 23 — School closed for Christ-
Dec. 29 — Hitjh School and Alumni
basketball game and dance.
Jan. 2 — School opened for new
Jan. 6 — New Year's program.
Jan. 10 — Triple-header B. B. game
between Burgy and Sanderson Acad-
emy. Ashfield Boys' first and second
teams and girls' first team.
Jan. 18. — Whist Party at Helen E.
James Hall for benefit of boys' and
girls' Athletic Association.
Jan. 27 and 28 — Plav: "Miss Cherrv
Blossom", given by High School and
long to be remembered by the Seniors
and lower classmen. One of the prin-
cipal events to raise money for our
trip to Washington.
Feb. 3 — Friday morning program
commemorating the birthday of Helen
Feb. 10 — Lincoln Day Program with
award of Lincoln Essay medal to
Feb. 15 — First interscholastsic de-
bate with Hopkins Academy on sub-
ject of Protective Tariff, which we
were happy to win.
Mar. 10. — Musicale for benefit of Sen-
Mar. 23 — Whist Party at Williams
House, also to raise money for Wash-
Apr. 13 — Interscholastic debate at
Amherst High School where we were
Apr. 18 — High School furnished
program for Women's Club.
April 20 — Patriots' Day celebrated
in Friday morning exercises.
Apr. 28 — Left for Washington with
snow on the ground but joy in our
May 11 — Junior-Senior Prom.
May 18. — Seniors told about their
never-to-be-forgotten Washington trip
in Friday morning exercises.
May 25. — Prize debate on Install-
ment Buying. Prizes awarded to Mary
Black. Olive Rhoades and Davis Snow.
June 7. — Hi-Y hot-dog roast at
June 26 — Class night.
June 28. — Graduation.
President — Rena McCloud
Vice-pres. — Alice Dansereau
Sec. & Treas. — Walter Kulash
Jim Coogan is an all 'round athlete
and a model boy. Next year all un-
derclassmen will have an excellent
example of how a senior should act.
If Bill Witherell keeps up with his
incessant arguments and questions he
may grow to be either a senator or the
author of an "Ask Me Another" book.
Dave Snow may be our star "catch
her", but some of us are afraid he is
Since walking down to the depot
nearly every night is so hard on shoe
leather, we would suggest to Corp
Kulash that he go barefoot.
George Waller took up baseball
this year. We think the A. A. should
get him a rowboat so that he won't
wet his feet.
Barbara Bisbee was one of the bas-
ketball stars last winter and now she
goes in for tennis and fishing. "Babs"
hearty laugh is a great help any time
"D. D." Pearl often seems confused
and overcome by some of Mr. Turn-
er's explanations in Physics, but she
usually has some delightfully humor-
We would like to ask Alice Danser-
eau how red hair and curly hair go to-
Girls seem to bother Clary Snow
quite a bit, but next year won't be
leap year so perhaps he can do a little
Rena McCloud is deeply interested
in human nature as she studies so many
Dorothy Mayotte and Evelyn Rus-
sell are the only quiet, studious mem-
bers of the Junior class. Maybe they
are planning to be Pro Meritos. Suc-
LA§§ OF 193(D)
President — Thomas Barms
Vice-pres. — Winifred Lloyd
Sec. & Treas. — Nathaniel Hill
Somewhat reduced in number, the
Sophomores returned last fall. Among
them we find :
diet Golash. our athlete, who has
been hindered by his studies.
No danger of Winnie getting lost
if she is always as well protected as
when she went home from Freshman
Nath. Hill, our Goshen friend, is ra-
ther quiet but is a shark at cards ami
manages to find plenty of A's on his
Barrus, our other member from
Goshen, keeps a nice looking report
card too. Do you grow A's in Goshen.
Why is it that, after going to Cum
mington to play basketball. Pat had
such a heavy line of correspondence ?
No wonder Barbara is pining away.
Grace and Helen have left us.
Elrov. may we ask why you were
in front of Beebe's one evening?
Gordon Nash aspires to be a Caru-
so or a Kreisler, but anyway he has
entertained us very well in Assembly.
John Demetriou is very loyal to
Haydenville. He never lets Mr. Chap-
man mention an industry in Syracuse
or Seattle for more than five minutes
without remarking that Haydenville
has one bigger, better, or different.
Success '."JO ! With good luck you'll
all be Juniors next year.
Daniels and Drake,
A match may make,
If math, again they take;
For oft in the .stillness of the class
Daniels told jokes in such a mass,
That she is smiling still.
We all think that Roger would have
more of an opportunity to study if
Doris, that South St. miss, were not
sitting near him.
Does Phyllis Baker like to play hide
and seek? Ask Barney!
"Pete" Snow and "Cabby" Thayer
the Siamese Twins will make very
good baseball players, if they ever
How "Elly" Dodge does make eyes
at those senior girls !
Some freshmen seem to prefer jun-
ior boys. How can they get them,
Theresa Kmit is the wee little girl
of '31. Never mind! Good things come
in small packages.
Gladys Irwin is helping Raymond
Lee to overcome his bashful ways.
"Oh Henry" seems to be Roslyn's
Nellie Donahue's favorite sport is
poking Catherine Otis in the back.
How does Bill Merritt think he can
catch a baseball while sitting in the
Is it the lonesome trail to Goshen
that makes Irene so bashful?
Catherine Otis the basketball star
of our class, also "stars" as a cook.
Her happy disposition should be
copied by us all.
Our Vera has a "Weeks" heart.
Will her malady be better or worse
after this year ?
Days may come and days may go,
And each may bring its joys or woe;
But some may leave with us a thought
To tli rill us with the joys they brought.
Their bodies are like clouds of mist,
Each one a ghastly creature.
Except for white and ghostly skulls
They have neither form nor feature.
M. Otis, '28.
And some will leave with us a sigh,
Which still may lift our thoughts on high,
Eor sorrows oft bring out our best
Which proves its worth above the re^t.
So as life passes swiftly by,
Our thoughts will often backward fly;
To days of gladness and of pain
But still we'll sigh for them again.
Olive Rhoades, '28.
1 am a tomibstone covered with moss
And draped with many vines;
The one who lies here is not known,
For you cannot read the lines.
The grass is green around me,
The sky is blue o'erhead;
And tott'ering stones yet mark the mounds
Where lie the ancient dead.
But when the ghostly hour of night
Arrives, and spirits walk, —
Then they all gather 'round me
And make their ghostly talk.
Their voices are like wailings
Of the north wind thru the trees,
And the sheets enwrapped around them
Rustle in the cool night breeze.
The Moon's Search
The Moon looked down on a wrathy sea,
Then turned her gaze to a meadow lea,
Then gazed afar to a mountain top.
Yet even at that she did not stop.
She glanced at a lake both calm and still.
Then looked away towards a wooded hill,
For what she sought she could not find,
A nature — true, serene, and kind.
She searched at last a mother's heart,
Where love and truth can never part,
Where sacrifice and duty blend,
And thus her search came to an end.
Edith Pearl, '29.
When our sky looks dull and gloomy
Though it's rather hard to grin
If we only keep on trying,
And let a bit of sunshine in —
All at once the world seems brighter,
Cares and troubles disappear,
Birds are warbling, blue sky shining,
Happiness abounding near.
Pauline A. Webb, '28.
Happy little chattering squirrel
With your coat of gray
As I sit a-watching you,
My troubles fly away.
Holding nuts between your paws
Cracking them in two,
How I'd like to be a squirrel
Playing with you.
We'd go up the mountain side
And then down by the sea.
We'd be gay as butterflies
Winging o'er the lea.
And when tired of traveling
We'd go back to our tree;
There we'd be as happy
As anyone could be.
George Waller, '29.
Here I sit
And I look
At a hillside fair,
Cows are browsing,
And flowers are everywhere.
So in life
'Mid the strife
As we ascend the hill
May there be flowers,
And restful bowers,
To give us courage still.
Mildred Roberge, '28.
Sonnet on Rain
When rain comes gently falling from above,
It makes the grass in meadows green and
Though north and east rains fall with al!
The South rain's warm and gentle as a dove.
The tiny rills increase to floods of fall;
The rushing 'brook grows deep and dark and
Beneath the dripping leaves the small birds
Till sunshine flickers through the trees so
Before the weeping storm has finally stopped
The sun is shining through the dismal clouds
To make a rainbow which is loved by crowds
And at its end a pot of gold is dropped —
A tale long told to eager listening ears
Come down to us through dark forgotten
years. Thomas Barms, '30.
The sky is bright, as o'er the hill
The moon a silver disk ascends,
And dims the brilliance of the stars,
As o'er the world its light it sends.
At first 'tis very large and round,
But as it rises in the sky,
It seems to wane and smaller grow,
And then I often wonder. Why?
I can not tell, but oft it seems
As though drawn by some unseen hand,
With steady pace it climbs the sky,
As if to lease our sphere, this land.
Nathaniel B. HilT, '30.
Myriads of leaves above my head;
Blossoms o'er me sweetness shed,
Dreaming, I notice not the sun
Sinking fast, when day is done.
Far in the golden West I see
It fling its radiance o'er the sea,
And gleaming clouds, whose misty shape
O'er the horizon their bright veils drape.
So, silent I sit; the wild birds come,
And light on a nearby branch, and from
Their throats pour .melodies
Which waft on the fresh'ning ev'ning breeze.
Marjorie Otis, '28.
(3ft I wander through the woods,
On a bright and sunny day,
And watch the birds and pick the flowers,
That bloom along the way.
And listen to the notes so clear,
Of the robin as he sings,
How sweet his voice upon the air,
As on the bough he swings.
And on I wander till at last,
I tome to a small brook,
That sparkles as it rushes past,
To find a shady nook.
There I sit in happy thought,
The whole world's happy too,
For flowers and trees and birds and bees,
Xow welcome spring anew.
Elliot Dodge, '31.
I like to wander far and wide
Over hill and lea
And near a brook to oft abide
In peaceful reverie.
To hear the rippling of the brook
Flowing out to sea
There really is no better nook
Where I could long to be.
Evelyn Russell, "29.
A Sonnet on Spring
Spring brings to us the cool, refreshing
Then, gently patters down the soft, south
The flowers waken, long asleep they've lain.
The birds are singing, humming are the bees;
The brooks are rippling, swaying are the
The violets hide in grass beside the lane,
Where Winter tried to linger, but in vain,
For Summer comes apace the World to
The tiny rills now ripple, curve, and turn;
Th»y glide o'er stones, they sparkle and
They rush to meet their fellows in the
That flows by banks of moss and clumps
Such streamlets to the river swiftly run,
And ever catch, and hold the gleaming sun.
Nathaniel B. Hill, '30.
Where There's A Will There's
Ashville was a small fishing town on
the Atlantic coast. In the summer it
was cool and pleasant, and visited by
many tourists who sought rest and re-
creation. In the winter, however,
everything was deserted and quiet.
The few natives stayed isolated
through the cold winter months.
As for education, the town furnished
a small district school, and those seek-
ing high school training were obliged
to go elsewhere.
Lita Hardley, the fourteen-year-old
daugher of Fisherman Hardley was in
the eighth grade. As she belonged to
a large family, and her indifferent
father earned barely enough to feed
and clothe them and to provide a rick-
ety dwelling place for them, the girl
realized that this was her last year of
school. It hurt Lita sorely. She
loved books and fine things. All the
other members of her small class were
planning to go to the high school in
the next town, and none of them re-
ceived the high marks that Lita did.
To none did an education mean so
much. Yet she must stay at home,
and probably go to work in a horrid
sardine factory. . Her mother, busy as
she was, realized the girl's predica-
ment, but her father considered an
education foolish, and thought it only
proper for her to go to work. Do you
wonder Lita often hid in her room and
cried into her favorite book, or wet
the pillow with salty tears before go-
ing to sleep ?
On this particular night, December
was ruling with its cold, cruel hand.
Angry waves were pounding the sharp,
treacherous rocks on shore, sending
their icy spray far inland. Flurries of
snow were in the air. and the wind
seemed to be trying to tear down the
rickety dwelling place of Fisherman
Hardley and his family. Lita was dili-
gently studying her History lesson,
and her mother was busily mending a
tiny pair of blue overalls. Suddenly
Lita looked up from her book and
"Mother, do you think a girl ought
to do something she really doesn't
want to do ?"
Her mother realized the thought
that prompted the question and ans-
"Every girl, Lita, has a goal, and
she should work toward that goal no
matter what obstacles lie in the way,
or how long it takes her to reach it.
Your goal just now is a high school
education, but before you can go away
to school you must earn j^our tuition.
The sardine factory pays good money.
Father and I will be willing to support
you for another year, and j^our earn-
ings can go toward your education.
When you are working and pitying
yourself, just remember what you are
working for and that will help you.
Now to bed with you and just remem-
ber this; "where there's a will there's
a way .
Lita kissed her mother's forehead
lightly, but said nothing. That night
she did not cry herself to sleep as she
had been wont to do. Her mother's
words had opened a new world for
her. She had thought that she would
have to work for an indefinite length
of time, and give up the idea of a high-
er education. Now all had changed.
This was probably due to the long talk
her mother and father had had in the
kitchen the night before. Lita under-
stood the whole situation now. Her
mother had taken her side, while her
father had disagreed ; then, tactfully
and gently, her mother had mentioned
the bargain; and, he had had to agree.
The decision was apparently just this:
if Lita could push her way through
high school, her parents were willing
to support her while working for her
"Dear mother," breathed Lita as she
dozed off, "I shall never need a help-
er while she is around. A year won't
make so much difference after all. The
money that I shall earn in the factory
will be the bulk of the tuition, and by
working for my board while in school,
I know I shall reach my goal."
* * * * fl-
it was July. Ashville was alive with
pleasure-seekers. The beaches were
hardly ever deserted, and the country
roads were humming with the sound
of the machines of picnicers. The
very ocean, stretching away in its
deep, blue magnificence to the horizon,
seemed to beckon to the visitors of
Ashville as well as to the natives, and
the tinkling brooks and carpeted
groves under the tall pines lured many
people away from the warm village.
Lita Hardley threw herself on the
warm sand, fatigued from her recent
swim to the distant point. Her face
looked serious and troubled. Exactly
two weeks from that day she was to
start in working at the factory. The
other members of her class were al-
ready preparing to leave. How she
would miss them ! It didn't seem to the
girl that she could bear the horrid sar-
dine plant even for a year. She shrank
at the very thought of it. Previous to
this time she had been contented to live
simply. She had never wanted pretty
clothes, but now all had changed. She
longed for money as she had never
longed for it before, money that would
take her through high school and col-
lege. The thought of all the other
members of her class studying and en-
joying high school, while she was la-
boring away at the stuffy factory sent
hot tears to the girl's eyes. Her moth-
er's words came to her forcibly, but
she could not hold back her tears. A
year in the sardine plant seemed an
A little girl, about five years old,
scampered along the beach. Her blue
eyes shining, and her golden curls
were flying in the wind. She wore a
scarlet bathing suit, and she was
bouncing like a lively kitten over to
where Lita was lying. She was appar-
ently going to hop over the girl to at-
tract attention ; but, seeing that the lat-
ter was crying, she stopped and stared
pityingly at her.
"Are — are you sick?" the little girl
Lita started, then laughed, a bit
ashamed, "No, not exactly. I was just
wishing for something."
The fairy-like child nodded under-
standingly, "I wish, too, lots of times
— for a mother. Is that what you
Lita looked up in surprise.
"Haven't you a mother?" she asked.
"No. Just a grandfather. But I've
ever so many servants and tutors so I
suppose I shouldn't complain."
"Can you have all the schooling you
want ? You see that's what I was wish-
ing for." * *
"Yes, I can have all the education I
want, but I hate school. I'd rather
sing, or dance, or play, anything but
go to school."
Lita remained thoughtful for some
time. Then she answered slowly,
"Well, I've always wanted an educa-
tion more than anything else in tin-
world, but I'd rather have a mother."
"So should I," agreed the little girl
with approval, "but I don't understand
how you could wish for an education."
"Well, I just can't help it, that's all.
Haven't you any other folks except
"No, that's all. I "
But the child did not have time to
finish. A white-haired, elderly man
was burring along the beach toward
the place where Lita and her compan-
ion were lounging on the sand. His
wrinkled face had been very anxious,
but at the sight of the red bathing suit
it immediately brightened, and he
called to the lassie in a pleasant voice,
"Memory, where have you been?
You've given your old grandad a
At the sound of the familiar voice,
the child turned and ran to his cry-
"Oh, Grandpa. I've found the love-
liest girl. She's so pretty and kind,
and. what do you think ! She's crying
cause she couldn't go to high school. '
"Hold on, Memory," laughed the old
man, "you're going too fast. Where
is this young lady of whom you
Memory led the man to the place
where Lita was sitting. The latter,
however, was quite embarrassed and
bewildered. She was not accustomed
to so many compliments.
"I — I was crying a bit when your
daughter — I mean granddaughter
found me," stammered Lita. apologet-
ically. She noticed uncomfortably
that Memory's grandfather was study-
ing her face earnestly. "I happened
to say that I wished I might attend
high school, that's all."
"Ah — I see," replied the white-
haired old gentleman, "Well. miss. I
am Mr. Pierce of New York City, and
this, is my granddaughter. Memory
Longworth. Now suppose you tell us
"My name is Lita Hardlev. and I
live in that house over there near that
large oak," the "miss" answered.
"I see — yes, I see," mused the old
man, still studying Lita's features in-
tently as he talked. "Memory here,
has taken a great liking to you, I take
it. I dare sajr she is often lonesome,
as we live in a large house, and she
has only servants and tutors for com-
Lita smiled sweetly at Memory, and
pulled her down onto the sand beside
her. She was quite interested in the
odd pair. How devoted they seemed
to each other, and what a quaint name
the little child had. Then the gentle-
man spoke again, but this time only
listlessly. He talked of the weather,
the beautiful scenery, and the ocean.
Finally he told her that he must leave;
and, after a pleasant farewell, took
Memory by the hand and walked away.
Every day after that Lita, Mr.
Pierce, and lovely Memory met on the
warm sand and talked. Lita soon grew
to be fond of the old gentleman and
his granddaughter, and to look for-
ward with great anticipation, to their
conversations by the sea. Little by
little Lita told her whole story, and
more and more did she open her heart
to her new acquaintance. One day
Mr. Pierce bade Memory go and play
because he had something to talk over
with Miss Hardley, and the small las-
sie immediately did as she was told.
Then he turned to Lita.
"Lita," he said seriously, "I have
much more money than I need. My
house is large, and the only sunbeam
I have is Memory. She is often lone-
some and she needs a companion.
Young people who long for an educa-
tion so much that they are willing to
work in a fish factorv are scarce. They
should be helped. You are nearly the
exact image of my beautiful daughter,
Memory's mother, who died a few
years ago. That is why I took such a
fancy to you. Won't you please come
to New York with Memory and me? I
will give you the best education that
money can buy, and in return you can
be a companion to Memory and bring
much happiness to me. Surely you will
not disappoint us."
Lita's blue eyes brimmed with tears,
and her lips quivered.
"Oh, Mr. Pierce," she cried softly,
"how lovely. If my parents are only
willing, there will be little deciding
for me to do." *****
The moonlight was streaming
through the open window of Lita
Hardley's shabby bedroom. It was
very late but the girl could not sleep.
She was reviewing in her mind the
events that had taken place after her
conversation with Mr. Pierce the after-
She had hurried home to break the
news to her parents rather doubtful
as to the outcome, it must be admitted.
Her mother, however, was delighted;
and the girl greatly encouraged, until
her father came home and flatly re-
fused to allow her to go. In the midst
of a rather heated discussion, Mr.
Pierce, unable to wait any longer to
hear the decision, appeared upon the
scene. Mr. Hardley recognized him at
once as the fine old gentleman, who,
with his beautiful daughter, had been
accustomed to spend the summers in
Ashville some time ago, but who had
not been seen there for about five
years. Lita's father, when he knew
who his daughter's guardian was to be,
Lita yawned and stretched luxur-
"What peculiar things happen," she
mused, "only two weeks ago I was cry-
ing myself to sleep, because I couldn't
go to Hamden High, and here I am
preparing to attend one of the finest
private schools in New York City. I
guess mother was right when she said
'where there's a will there's a way'."
— Phyllis Baker, 1931
A Dinosaur That Came Back
One hot August afternoon I was
sitting in my office, which is on the
fourth floor of a large building in one
of the larger mid-western cities, de-
bating with myself whether to call up
one of my friends and challenge him
to a few holes of golf or to sit quietly
where I was. The latter plan was win-
ning the argument, when I happened
to let my gaze fall lazily on the street
At once I saw that something was
wrong, for instead of a quiet, empty
street, as there should have been at
this time of day, a large crowd had
collected just below my window.
Everyone was talking and many
were jaointing towards the outskirts of
the city. What was attracting them
was evidently approaching from that
direction. I could not understand
what was being said for the voices,
as they reached me, were just a con-
fused, excited roar.
That something quite out of the or-
dinary was happening I was sure, for
I could see the hurrying forms of uni-
formed policemen trying to disperse
the growing crowd which by now
completely blocked the street.
My curiosity being aroused, I de-
termined to learn the cause of the ex-
I made the ground floor in record
time and soon was in the street with-
out hat or coat and nearlv breathless.
I had .not quite recovered when
someone nearly knocked me flat. A
man had been running and looking
over his shoulder at the same time and
so he had not seen me. I had just
enough breath left to gasp, "Whazza-
matta?" All he - said was, "Look,"
jerked his thumb over his shoulder
and continued to run.
I did as commanded, then rubbed
my eyes and looked again. For just
entering the end of the street was the
queerest sight anyone had ever seen !
The sight was a monstrous animal, un-
like any living today, advancing up
the street with slow, ponderous tread.
As I watched, he reared up on his
haunches, stuck his head through an
open, third-story window and removed
a bunch of flowers from a vase which
had been left by someone who had
gone to join the crowd below.
The beast chewed the flowers for
some time, then slowly swallowed
them and dropping on all fours re-
sumed his slow march up the street.
Soon he was where I could get a
good view of him. His tail was thirty
feet long, his body was about the same
length and his neck was not much
His head was a thing to marvel at.
It was only as big as that of a small
horse and looked queerly out of place
on this animal which stood sixteen
feet high and weighed tons.
At once I knew I had seen his pic-
ture in some text book I had studied.
Suddenly it came to me. "That's it,"
I exclaimed. "Diplodocus, the dino-
saur with a brain the size of a walnut.
When I looked again. I saw the
beast walking away from the wreck
he had made of a large limousine that
had been left in the street. In passing,
one of his front knees had struck the
car and turned it on its side and one of
his hind feet had been placed squarely
upon the car. There was a crashing
sound and when he was clear of the
wreckage, the car looked like a junk-
There was a stir in the edge
of the crowd and an old man, the own-
er of the car, who had become par-
tially unbalanced at seeing his car
wrecked, rushed out, armed with a
Standing squarely in front of the
beast he hurled the brick at the
swinging head of the dinosaur. By
some unhappy chance it struck its
The dinosaur stopped short, uttered
a thunderous roar, then started to
charge the old man. Uttering a shrill
cry, the old man started to run but
tripped and fell under the feet of the
A feeling of nausea came over me
and I rushed into a nearby alley. Ar-
riving there, I looked around and saw
that the crowd had followed my ex-
ample. Everyone had disappeared, the
only living creature in sight being the
huge beast that was walking away
from the remains of the brick thrower.
No one seemed anxious to stop him
so he continued his way out of the city
and soon was lost in the gathering
Walter Utley, '28.
Reputation is Not Character
What is reputation? It is the judg-
ment given us by those with whom
we associate — be it just or otherwise.
As in mathematical problems — reputa-
tion is a summing up of our human
Character is of our own making, a
combination of our true intellectual
and moral worth, our personality. We
are what we are, regardless of our re-
putation. Character is inherited in a
measure. There is race-character and
family-character, but we should not
allow these inherited traits to have too
much influence over us. We can, if
we will, build well and soundly in spite
While we all hope for good reputa-
tions, our character is of far more im-
portance. Self respect, faithfulness to
principle, and loyalty to duty are the
things we should work for. We can
be true to ourselves regardless of how
the world judges us. A good many peo-
ple complain of not being appreciated.
They are usually the ones who place
a value upon themselves far above
their true worth and who when they
are weighed, are found wanting with
no one to blame but themselves.
Moral worth is sure to be recognized
sooner or later, and reputation then
corresponds with character. A good
person misjudged is far better off
than a bad one enjoying the reputation
of virtues which he does not possess.
A preacher once said to some col-
lege students, "What belongs to a
man will come to him." Most of them
challenged that statement but many
of them lived to see the truth of it.
If we bend every effort toward ac-
complishing good work, success is
sure to follow. No need of a self-
blown trumpet to broadcast the fact,
the result speaks for itself. Nothing
belongs to us unless we strive for it.
Not until we have reached our goal,
should we be satisfied.
People may give us an unsavory re-
putation through jealousy or misunder-
standing, but sterling character is in
itself its own reward. Character is a
coin that passes at par value in all
countries. Be true to yourself and
fear no- one. Motives of high honor
will be in memory a blessing and
benediction to posterity.
Mildred Roberge, '28.
May bad always been interested in
Howors, pansies particularly. Sbe bad
planted seeds early in the season and
bad reset tbe tiny plants at the prop-
er time. Now, with great pride and
pleasure, sbe exhibited her bed of as-
sorted pansies to all her friends and
to anyone else who wished to see it.
This morning May felt tired and
depressed; everything she bad at-
tempted to do in the kitchen had gone
wrong. The cake had fallen, tbe milk
had soured, and she had even broken
the broom handle. Finally she had
left the bouse and gone out to weed
The work was at last completed,
and there was not the tiniest weed left.
The pansies were in full bloom, and
May sat down beside the bed to look
with pride at her flowers. They were
smooth as the finest velvet and of all
colors. Each blossom had a tiny face.
and the bed looked like a schoolroom
of little girls with yellow, purple,
bronze, red, black, and varicolored
sun-bonnets tied with dainty ribbons
under each little chin. Up in front sat
a big pansy with a sad. wrinkled face.
"The teacher, without a doubt."
mused May as sbe caught the picture.
She watched the scene dreamily.
One blossom leaned toward another
as a gentle breeze stirred the flowers.
May imagined she could hear one tot
whisper a few words to the one beside
her. The teacher nodded her head,
and the tiny one sat up and looked
straight before her. Tbe other one
hung her head in shame.
The breeze increased and the blos-
some swayed back and forth. "They're
having a dancing lesson now," guessed
May. Sbe could hear the wind rustle
the leaves and grasses. That was the
orchestra she imagined, and the bees
and birds added their songs and made
a lively accompaniment. On they
danced while May watched enrapt-
As the sun dropped behind the bills
the breeze died, and the dance ended.
The blossoms stood with heads bowed
in benediction. After a minute the
teacher raised her head, and May
could almost hear her say, "Goodnight,
May's dear little flower-friends had
entirely stolen her depression from her
and she sang gaily as she returned to
Mary Black. '2 8.
The Price of Recklessness
It was a pleasant afternoon in June.
The members of tbe Macy family were
sitting on their spacious veranda en-
joying the gorgeous setting of the day.
The poet says: "What is so rare as a
day in June?" And by the rapt look
on tbe faces of those assembled there,
this group must have had in their
minds this same thought.
Mr. Macy was a retired shoe manu-
facturer. He and Mrs. Macy were in
the middle fifties. They were endowed
with ample financial resources, health,
and a fine family of children. Sure-
ly tbe fates bad been good to them.
Roberta was the youngest child, a
lassie of fourteen years, sturdy, and
fair of face. Nothing marred tbe
serenitv of her life. Just to be alive
seemed to be all she asked. There
was but two years difference between
her age and that of Roger, 'her bro-
ther. Although at sixteen he began to
feel himself quite a young man, he
nevertheless was extremely fond of
his "little sister," as he called her, and
was always proud to escort her to and
from school and anywhere else that
she wished to go.
The Macys were especially proud of
their eldest daughter, Ruth, who had
finished school and had recently re-
turned from a trip abroad. She had
been chaperoned on this visit to the
old world by a Mrs. Shores who was
taking her son Paul to France, the land
of his forefathers. Very naturally
Paul and Ruth, who were thus thrown
together, found a mutual feeling
springing up between them. They dis-
cussed their college life, their likes and
dislikes, and the future. Each had sen-
sible ideas of what constituted a real
home; and when Paul a month pre-
vious to the opening of our story, had
asked Ruth to take her place as queen
of his home, she gladly consented.
Theirs was a glorious outlook. The
Macys were well pleased as was also
Mrs. Shores. Paul's father, who had
been judge of their city, had died
when Paul was six. Mrs. Shores had
devoted the years since then to the
careful, conscientious upbringing of
her boy and she had great hopes for
him. She had learned to love Ruth
dearly while she was under her care.
She felt that her future daughter-in-
law possessed all the rare qualities
that go toward making a fine wife and
On the afternoon in question, as the
Macys were enjoying the gentle
breezes and calmness of the day, Ruth
came up the steps.
"Hello Dad — Mumsie. Isn't this
one superb day? Oh, I could just
shout at the gloriousness of it ! Look
out there at those white-sailed ships. I
am tempted to set up my easel right
here and paint a picture of that beau-
tiful yacht drifting along so grace-
Out of breath, she sat down beside
her parents after kissing each fond-
"Where have you been, dear?"
asked her mother. "Your cheeks are
like roses and you look so happy."
"Do I, Mumsie dear? Well, why
shouldn't I be happy? I have so much
to make me so."
Then dreamily she gazed far out
over the harbor. Suddenly she said,
"Oh Mom, you asked me where I had
been. Roy, Eva, Jack, and Lucille
were over to Paul's for a game of
tennis, and we had a fine match. Do
you know what we have planned for
to-morrow ? The boys are to hire a
couple of dories from the fishermen,
and we are going out for a sail. The
boys do not know how to manage that
style of boat very well, but with their
knowledge of rowing I guess we can
make Charles Island. It is only five
miles over there, you know. We shall
take our lunch and come back around
tea time. Oh, I can hardly wait! It
will be great fun I know."
Looking up at her mother just then,
she saw her expression of disapproval.
"Why, Mom, what is the matter?
Don't you want me to go?"
"No, dear, I do not. It isn't safe.
You know I want you to be happy,
but I dare not consent to this sail."
"No," spoke up her father. "I feel
as your mother does, that it is cer-
tainly unwise to attempt it."
Ruth's eyes filled with tears as she
said, Paul will be so disappointed, and
so shall I."
"Daughter dear, if we loved you
less, we might not offer any objection,
but we love you dearly. Paul will
show wisdom, I am sure, and he will
realize how hazardous this sail might
prove to be."
"I shall tell him, but we had looked
forward to it so much."
Her mother put her arm around her
and they walked down to the rose ar-
bor. Sitting there together, Mrs.
Macy explained to her how strong is
parental love for children and how
parents are ever seeking safety and
protection for them.
Ruth smiled through her tears, and
said, "The others of our crowd do not
intend to ask their parents, for fear
they may not be allowed to go; but
mother, Paul and I couldn't do that.
We could not be happy unless we were
sure you thought it right for us to
go. Nevertheless, we shall feel
grieved enough to be left behind.
The next day dawned fairer than
the one before it, if that could be.
Paul and Ruth walked to the beacli to
see their friends off on their voyage.
The quartet felt that it was too bad
that the Macys should be so exacting
and said so ; but the pair on shore
tried to be good sports, and did not
mean to let the others see how keen
was their disappointment.
About five o'clock in the afternoon
the sky became overcast. The deep,
dark, ominous clouds and the low roll
of thunder forebode one of those
swift-moving electrical storms so com-
mon in New England. In a very few
moments the storm broke in all its
fury. Rain fell in torrents, and the
wind blew a gale. For two hours the
elements waged war upon everything
and everybody who were unfortunate
enough to be out in it. When finally
it cleared and the moon came up, the
streets were strewn with debris. The
waves had lashed high upon the rocks
and driftwood and seaweed were
strewn along the shore. Those who
had weathered many severe storms de-
clared this one the worst in years.
In the Macy home all was still. The
family had retired an hour before.
Whir-r-r-r came the sound of the tele-
phone bell, breaking the silence. Whir-
Mr. Macy in dressing gown and
slippers hurriedly took down the re-
ceiver, wondering who could possibly
be calling at that late hour. A voice
came over the telephone — a woman's
voice anxiously asking if her daughter
were there. After a few moments'
conversation, Mr. Macy hung up.
Turning a white, startled face to-
wards Mrs. Macy, who had come into
the room, his lips moved in prayer.
She heard him murmur, Oh God ! may
they be found safely, somewhere."
At dawn the whole city was aroused
by the sad news that the four young
people who had gone out on a day's
pleasure trip in dories had not re-
turned. The beach was crowded with
anxious watchers, who hoped some
miracle would happen to restore them
to their parents and friends.
In vain was their vigil — for days
they expected to hear some report
that might explain what really did
happen, but none came. They thought
that possibly they had been blown out
into the open sea and some steamer
had picked them up. For weeks they
clung to the vain hope that they had
been rescued. Finally, the sad fact
that they were hopelessly lost had to
be accepted. The parents of the un-
fortunate young people were bowed
in sorrow, they could not understand
how their children could go away in
such a manner without telling them of
Six months later a quiet wedding
was solemnized in the Macy home.
When the "going away" hour ar-
rived, Ruth, now Mrs. Paul Shores, put
her arms about her mother and said,
"To think of my friends lying at the
bottom of the sea makes me fully real-
ize the price of recklessness. All
through the years to come, I shall ever
be thankful that I was taught obedi-
ence and consideration for others."
Her mother with tearful voice whis-
Mildred Roberge,' 28.
It was nearly midnight in the little
town of Rio Sande, just over the bor-
der in Mexico. The soft strummings
of the serenaders' guitars floated upon
the air. One could barely hear the
ribald laughter farther up the street.
There, in the patio of the largest villa
in town, was a cozy nook. The stars
were shining, but indistinctly, through
the oppressive air of that warm cli-
mate. The moon, a large silver disk,
was hanging in the air, as if it too
were weary with the heat. In the cen-
ter of the patio a fountain played.
Even the fountain seemed to have im-
bibed some of the fatigue prevalent
in that locality, and played but slow-
ly on the surrounding foliage. Bril-
liant foliage it was, consisting of scar-
let Spanish poppies blended with the
softer hues of the yucca. Suddenly
the raucous laughter from the street
ceased and there was that oppressive
silence which only precedes a storm.
It was nearly midnight in Rio Sande,
— Rio Sande a mysterions town where
people had disappeared without any
warning, sometimes to return as unex-
pectedly as they had gone, sometimes
to vanish completely from the sight of
As the silence endured, old Senor
Maderia y Valdez awoke from the
reverie into which he had fallen. He
called his son's attention to the inter-
ruption of the clamor, for the young
senor was entirely absorbed in the
pretty young senorita at his side. Her
father looked on them kindly and
thought what a match that will make,
besides it was openly noised about
that this young senor was worth mil-
lions. His daughter also was very
noted, for her father was Senor Diego
y Castile. He was a kinsman of His
Royal Majesty, Ferdinand of Spain,
and was very high in the political cir-
cles of Mexico. There was a sudden
stir near the portal, and all eyes turned
instinctively in that direction.
There in the doorway stood Villa
himself, that renowned bandit who
had so many times tried for the lead-
ership of the state. His eyes lighted
as they fell on the party, but had a
troubled expression as he saw the
senorita, for, although he was a brag-
gart among men, he wished to appear
well in the senorita's eyes. He told
them in a few words the purpose of
his coming. He had come that night
to secure the position which he had so
often vainly striven to obtain. But he
did not accomplish his purpose because
of certain obstacles. The first one
was the old Senor Maderia. He de-
nounced Villa to his face, called him
an unprincipled fellow, a rascal, and
refused absolutely to give his consent
to the proceedings Villa proposed.
Villa drew his sword and advanced
menacingly, but the old Senor did not
flinch. Ho whipped out his sword and
was ready to tight. The young senor
however sprang between them, and
offered a still more difficult obstacle
to Villa. He had hesitated before, not
because of a lack of filial love, but
because of his anxiety concerning the
Villa accepted this challenge, for
nothing must stand in his way. The
young senor drew his sword, and they
were ready, for, despite the pleadings
of the old senor who feared for his
son he could not be induced to de-
viate from the course he had chosen.
So the duel began with superior skill
and strength on Villa's side, while his
opponent's strength lay in his frenzied
jealousy of Villa. The clang of steel
on steel was heard but the blades could
barely be distinguished they moved
with such lightning rapidity. Villa
would undoubtedly have won. for the
young senor was startled by the ring-
ing of the bell announcing midnight ;
but his opponent did not see his op-
portunity, for his glance had wandered
elsewhere to admire the dark beauty
of the senorita. The young senor took
advantage of this and thrust his sword
through the body of his antagonist.
He fell over on his side with his eyes
toward the cause of his defeat, and.
as the bell was still ringing, his spirit
fled from this world to the other
where there are no vain strivings for
Nathaniel R. Hill. '30.
She is bent with age. this dear, old
lady who sits by the fireplace knitting
a tiny pair of mittens. Her dress i
fashioned after a model of fifty years
ago and becomes her quiet dignity.
Over this she wears a large white
apron. Her face is lined with wrin-
kles caused by many nights of vigil at
the bedside of her loved ones, but it
is. for that reason, more tender and
sweet. Her snow-white hair curls
girlishly around her face, and the fad-
ed blue eyes still keep their trusting
look and still continue to twinkle. Her
hands, which now ply the knitting
needles slowly, are twisted by many
loving tasks of sacrifice and duty.
Slowly and more slowly move the
knitting needles until the work drops
into her lap, and she sits gazing into
the fire where she sees dream-pictures
of her own babies for whom she has
so willingly toiled for many years.
Mary Rlack, '28.
A Real Home
From afar in the distance was
heard the shrill whistle of a locomo-
tive. Nearer and nearer it came until
the engine itself rounded the corner
near the lake.
On top of the hill overlooking this
lake, stood a little white cottage nest-
led cozily among the trees, and with-
in it lived a happy family. Little Jane,
the youngest, was sitting on the floor
playing with her books and dolls, while
Rob and Betty, the twins, were aim-
lessly running about; but happy never-
As the great engine thundered by
on its way to the station, the child-
ren rushed gayly out of doors, for
Daddy was on that train and would
soon be home.
Oh. I wonder what Daddy's bring
ing us this time!'' exclaimed little
Jane, who was trying bravely to keep
up with big brother and sister.
She had hardly finished speaking,
when there was a terrific crasli and
screams of pain and terror pierced
the air. People from the scattered
farms hurried quickly to the spot,
where they found the train completely
off the track and smoke pouring from
many of the windows. Doctors and
nurses were summoned. All through
the night, the work of rescuing and
caring for the injured continued but
their Daddy was safe, and how happy
they were !
At last morning came and the
frightened children came slowly down
the stairs after a restless night. IVTo-
ther, pale but smiling, met them at
the door. But who was that lying on
the couch near the fireplace ? It was
a strange little girl with eyes closed,
and a face so white that the children
thought that she must be dead. A
nurse was bending over her, and beside
the couch a large dog, with one leg
bandaged and a sorrowful look in his
eyes, was standing guard over his lit-
tle mistress. He seemed to realize
that he was her only protector now,
since the cruel train had crushed her
mother and daddy.
But they were not to be left alone.
A year later as we look into this
cozy home, we see two little girls sing-
ing happily as they wash the supper
dishes, while Bob and little Jane are
playing gayly with Jack, the beauti-
ful big dog, which has now become a
friend and pal of the whole family.
Olive Rhoades. '28.
The Mysterious Noise
It was nearly mid-night when I was
startled by a queer "tap! tap!" in the
attic. I got up quickly and locked my
bedroom door. As I was fastening the
door with trembling fingers I heard
another strange noise "crash! bang!"
1 whirled around and jumped into my
bed expecting to see some terrible
monster. I ducked under the bed
clothes. Finally I plucked up courage
enough to get up and unlock the door,
but just as I opened it, the terrible
noise came again, louder and louder.
I raced down the hall and into my
brother's room. I turned and locked
the door after fumbling around with
the key. I gasped out that something
was in the attic, and that I had heard
strange noises that were awful. The
boys laughed and scoffed at me.
But all of a sudden, Bill said, with
his eyes almost popping out of his
head, "Listen! I hear it! Don't you?"
Yes, indeed ! the noise rang in our
ears. We were mystified as to what
it could be. It might be a ghost or a
I climbed into their bed, and we all
felt safer with our door securely fast-
ened, but not one of us had a wink of
sleep for the remainder of the night.
We rose and dressed quickly as soon
as the sun came up in the morning.
Our courage had risen quite a bit dur-
ing the night. Dick, the oldest of us,
unlocked the door and led the way
up the hall toward the attic stairs. As
we were half wa}^ up the tapping
sound came to our ears very loudly.
Bill and I started to go back to the
bed-room, but Dick blocked our path
and turned us back. So we continued
up the corridor to the attic stairs.
Dick crept up softly. Opening the
door with a kick he saw a large brown
screech owl fluttering against the
window. We were relieved of our
fear. Immediately we opened a win-
dow and the bird flew away.
During its stay, it had knocked over
some books, and, by the marks on the
window-sill we could tell that it had
tried to peck its way to freedom.
R. Merritt, '30.
The Half- Holiday
The teacher at the little brick
schoolhouse had to go away for the
afternoon, so the children were dis-
missed at two o'clock. Mary, one of
the older girls, suggested that they go
on a picnic.
"There are blueberries over in the
pasture.'' spoke up Alice, "We might
"Oh." cried John, with a sudden
start, I know where there are bushels
of blueberries over in the pasture, but
we can't get across the meadow."
"Yes we can. We can go through
Sudbury Hazelton Judson's yard, up
the lane and through the pasture-
I'd like to see us all going through
Sudbury's yard or lane.'" cried Mary.
Xow, old Mr. Judson was a ver\
cross and disagreeable old man and the
older he grew the more disagreeable
he became. He lived all alone in a
small white house which was set back
about twenty roils from the main road.
The older boys liked to make trou-
ble by stealing apples and cherries
from the old man, but that was
no reason why he should flourish Ids
cane and growl at the smaller children.
Alice told her companions that Sud-
bury Judson had gone to the city ped-
dling berries, and that he woidd not
get home before five o'clock. So.
after some hesitation, the whole group
started. They hurried through the
yard and up the lane for they did not
dare to stop or look back for fear of
eeing old man Judson whirling his
< ane or shouting threats at them with
his dreadful voice.
The berry-patch was reached in
safety and every one was having a de-
lightful time, chatting and filling their
pails with the large ripe berries when
suddenly they heard, "You young
rogues! I'll set the dogs on you! Get
away from them berries!" It was Sud-
bury Judson. coming over the lull, not
a dozen rods off. shaking his cane, and
yelling dreadful threats.
The berries were forgotten, the
children ran in all directions, and
never stopped until they had reached
the main highway. When the boys
caught up with the girls, they were
shaking with laughter. "Don't hurry
any more, you can take your time now !
Old man Judson was in the mud the
last time we saw him. He chased us
through the lane and when we came
to the ditch, we made a flying leap
and landed safely on this side but he
landed right in the ditch."
"Did you leave him there? Is he
there now?" asked all the girls to-
gether. "Won't he die if he is left
there?" inquired Mary. "Perhaps if
we tell him we didn't mean any harm
and you boys help him out of the
ditch he won't hurt us."
The boys finally went back and.
after much lifting and pulling, set
Sudbury Judson on dry land again.
They handed him his cane at arm's
length for fear of getting hit. but Mr.
Judson only said, "Well, go along with
you, and don't let me catch you on my
land again !"
Clara Atherton, '2S.
Truth Brown was sliding down the
hill near her house. Just as she
reached the middle of the hill, her
sled struck a stone and she went fly-
ing into the air leaving her -let! be-
hind. She landed in a large snowdrift
with so great a force that she sank
deeply into it. She sat up and began
brushing the snow off when she hap-
pened to look around, she was amazed.
The snowdrift had somehow magically
changed ! It still was white and snowy-
like, but tiny houses about a foot in
height were to be seen not so verj'
far from her. Moreover, when she
was sliding there were a few flakes in
the air, but now the sun was shining
brightly. She seemed to be really up
in the sky. At first, Truth could not
think where she was but then she said
to herself, "Why I must be on a cloud."
Truth was very interested in this
odd place. She suddenly wondered
where the inhabitants of these tiny,
houses were. She would enjoy seeing
them. She started to rise but no soon-
er had she stood up than she thought
that the cloud was coming up to meet
her. Before she realized what had
happened, she found herself to be
small — as small as the people who
lived in those houses must be. But
where could they be ? As she glanced
back of her, she could see some little
figures, working busily. She went over
to them at once and upon her arrival,
one of the group separated himself
from the others and approached her.
"Welcome to Sunset Isle. Make
yourself at home and be sure not to
step off the edge."
After saying this he went back to
the group. Truth looked at him as-
tonished. What could he mean? "Fall
off," fall off where? Oh! of
course, from the cloud. These little
workers were all dressed in white, and
were very much like a minute human
being except that their ears were
pointed. But what they were doing-
she couldn't guess. Finally she got up
enough courage to ask.
"Please excuse me, but what are you
Well, just now we are making a
bear," replied one of the workers.
Then he continued, "We are making
the head. They are making the feet,"
he pointed to white figures barely dis-
"But I don't understand," returned
Truth, after a moment, "What are you
doing that for?"
"Why, that's our business. We are
always making objects hoping that
some human will look up and enjoy
them. They seldom do but that is not
our fault." Truth was very interested
in all this. Just then a rosy hue was
thrown about her feet, and, looking up
she realized that the whole cloud was
the same. She noticed that the work-
ers had stopped their toil, also.
"It is Sunset. Our time of rejoic-
ing," explained one of the white-clad
fellows. Then he went and joined the
rest of his clan who were singing and
dancing. The song caught her ear be-
cause the music was so like "The Girl
I Left Behind Me," which she had
known at home. The words were as
"Oh Yes, we live on Sunset Isle,
We're here to cheer mankind, Ho,
If they but look up in the sky
Strange pictures they will find, Ho."
Then one of the group came toward
her and said, "Will you join us while
we eat?" She wondered what they were
going to eat. Then as she saw them
breaking off bits of the cloud she fol-
lowed suit. It was delicious. It tast-
ed like ice-cream.
Just as she had started to break off
another piece, she felt herself being
rudely shaken. Her brother was call-
ing. "Truth, Truth! wake up! What's
the matter with you? She looked up
at him bewildered. Then, "Oh Bud,
I had the strangest dream." She
glanced up into the sky, and sure
enough there was a white bear. It
seemed to be asking her to keep its
secret. So she did.
Edith Pearl. '29.
The rain dripping from her old felt
hat. Carrol Ross was wistfully gazing
into one of Madame Flower's show
windows at the latest creation in even-
In a background of deep blue and
misty pink was a simple blue and
silver gown, with blue folds peeping
out in cleverly made curves, draped
about a model.
Carrol was dreaming again as she
had done each night for a week after
leaving the lawyer's office. She
dreamed, a vision in the silver dress,
dancing with Ted Sterling at the ball
her employer was to give the coming
Monday night. Two days more ! Car-
roll fingered her weekly salary of
twenty-five dollars and sighed wearily.
How she wanted that dress ! But, of
course, she and her mother must live
on something during the week. She
knew she never could buy it, for one
day, in reply to her quavering ques-
tion, she had been politely informed
that it cost seventy-five dollars. Then
on a sudden impulse she had tried it
on, causing Madame to exclaim with
delight. She sighed again and turned
away slowly and reluctantly.
As she turned for a last wistful
glance, a smartly dressed young wo-
man dashed toward the door of Ma-
dame's Shop, bumping into her. With
a hurried, "I beg your pardon," the
lady jumped into her waiting car and
Carrol stood a moment blinking,
after being so rudely shaken from her
reverie. Then she noticed a small
dark purse lying near her. She
glanced about hurriedly and stooped
to pick it up. She looked at it won-
deringly and then, with another
frightened glance about, she opened
it with shaking fingers. There was a
great deal of change and in another
compartment a few new bills. Carroll
thrust it into her pocket and, hurrying
to a telephone booth, examined it
more closely. Carroll noticed a little
calling-card on which was the name
and address of a wealthy young girl
who lived on the Drive ! She tried to
think what she should do. She thought.
"I must return this, somehow,'' then.
Why. she probably would never mi- s
it. Just her carfare or something. "
She counted it and exclaimed, "Why.
fifty dollars! If I had that I could" —
She caught her breath. Why! I could
— Breathlessly she ran out of the
booth to Madame Flower's, murmuring
to herself, "She'll never know."
Into the shop straight up to Ma-
dame she went. "I'll take that dress
in the window," she said. "Here's fifty
dollars. I'll pay the rest next week
as you said that I could."
Madame looked at her in surprise,
but brought the dress without a word.
After telling Madame to send it to
her home before Monday, Carroll went
out on the street again. She walked
home in a daze, ate her supper in
unusual silence and went to bid early.
She lay awhile in a daze, her
thoughts still muddled. Soon she
dropped off to sleep. Early in the
morning she awoke with a start, cry-
ing out. Now she could see clearly
what she had done. What made her
do such a terrible thing? All day she
lay feverish, mumbling, incoherent.
Her mother was greatly concerned
about her. Monday morning her mo-
ther wanted to call her employer and
tell him Carroll was sick. But the girl
got up and dressed and said that she
thought fresh air would do her good.
She was very pale, her eyes dark,
her cheeks and hands hot witli fever.
She hurried to Madame's saying that
she had changed her mind and want-
ed the money back.
She put it into the little leather
purse and started for the residence of
its owner. What torture she had
passed through ! Carroll felt like a
criminal, as if she would like to hide.
Soon she was at Sylvia Browning's
door, telling the maid that she must
see her on an urgent matter. After
an agonizing wait she was told that
Miss Browning would see her in her
Carroll was ushered into a lovely
bedroom of rich, soft colors blending
with the morning light. Sylvia, in a
lacy negligee greeted her cheerfully
and invited her to sit down beside her.
So Carroll jiainfully told her sad
story to the sympathetic rich girl.
When she finished she burst into tears.
Sylvia impulsively put her arm about
the young girl, soothing her.
You poor, dear, child, I understand,
don't cry, please. Here, I'll give you
something that will make you ha}3py.
She called to her maid and whis-
pered something to her. Soon the maid
came back with a silver dress, shoes
stockings and a blue velvet cloak.
"All for you," cried Sylvia, as Car-
roll began to protest. "Now not a
word, Carroll, that is your reward for
being so honest. I understand what
a tem]")tation that was. Now you go
home and rest or your Ted won't like
you tonight. I'll send these later."
And after she bustled Carroll, into
the hall she whispered, "Come and
see me sometimes, I do get so lone-
some for young girls like you."
Winnifred Llovd, '30.
Officers of Society
Sec. & Treas.
Olive Rhoades '28
Logia Kmit '28
James Coogan '29
Mary Black '28 Pauline Webb '28
Davis Snow '29
The debating society this year has
gone farther than it has any other
year. Although we started interschol-
astie debating with great fear and
trembling, our fears proved groundless
for we were very successful in that we
defeated both Hopkins Academy of
Hadlev and Amherst High School.
These two schools have had interschol-
astic debating for years and have the
reputation of turning out fine teams.
The debating team consisted of
Olive Rhoades, Walter Kulash and
Davis Snow. The first debate was
with Hopkins Academy, at Helen
James School. We won this debate
quite easily. Our next debate was with
Amherst High School at Amherst.
Here we met with much stronger op-
position but gained a unanimous de-
cision. Both times the subject of de-
bate was "Resolved, that a high protec-
tive tariff benefits the United States
as a whole." We had the affirmative
in both debates.
On Oct. 3, we had our first prelim-
inary debate, which was won by Wal-
ter Kulash with Mildred Roberge a>.
second. The subject was "Resolved,
that the government should own and
control the coal mines." On the affirm-
ative were Logia Kmit. George Waller,
and Rena McCloud ; on the negative.
Walter Kulash. Mildred Roberge. and
The next preliminary debate was
held on November 23, on the topie
"Resolved, that capital punishment
should be abolished." The affirmative
was argued by Elizabeth Pennington,
Alice Dansereau and Henry Drake ;
the negative by Marjorie Otis, Evelyn
Russell and Davis Snow. Davis Snow-
won first place and Henry Drake sec-
Our third preliminary debate took
place on Dec. 9. The affirmative of
the question, Resolved, that the Mc-
Nary-Haugen Bill should be adopted,"
was upheld by Evelyn Atherton, Paul-
ine Webb, and Walter Utley; the nega-
tive, by Mary Black, Barbara Bisbee,
and James Coogan. This debate was
won by Barbara Bisbee with Walter
On Dec. 23, Olive Rhoades won our
last preliminary and Clary Snow had
second place. The question was, "Re-
solved, that labor unions are beneficial
to the American people." The affirm-
ative was taken by Olive Rhoades, Le-
roy Weeks, and William Witherell.
Clary Snow, Dorothy Mayotte and
Clara Atherton argued for the nega-
The prize debate took place on May
25. The question was, "Resolved, that
instalment buying, as developed in the
past ten years, is beneficial to the
American people." The debaters for
the affirmative were Olive Rhoades,
Mary Black, and Walter Kulash ; for
the negative, they were Walter Utley,
Dorothy Mayotte, and Davis Snow.
The first prize of $5 was won by Mary
Black. Olive Rhoades received $3 as
second prize, and Davis Snow a third
prize of $2. These prizes were gener-
ously contributed by the Alumni asso-
ciation to reward effort in this field of
The Society is very grateful to Mrs.
Warner for her patient and skillful
coaching which has helped to make
its debates so successful.
D. W. Snow, '29.
When Day Is Done 2.30
If Love Were All Roy Weeks
Moonbeam Kiss Her For Me
Side by Side Winnie Lloyd and
Honolulu Moon Mildred Roberge
Sweet Stranger Henry Drake
Did You Mean It Evelyn Atherton
From Saturday Night until Monday
Morning Bill Witherell
Was It Only A Dream Logia Kmit
School Day Sweethearts
In the Middle of the Night
I Can't Do Without You
I'm In Love Again Mr. Turner
I Know You Belong to Somebody
Else but Tonight You Belong to
Me Walter Utley
Baby Face Theresa Kmit
After the Ball Carroll Thayer
and Pete Snow
Drifting and Dreaming
Among My Souvenirs Our Diplomas
Watching the World Go By
I Just Roll Along Raymond Lee
Oh How I Miss You Tonight
Where'd You Get Those Eyes
Let A Smile Be Your Umbrella
The Big Parade The Seniors
1 liiLjiTi Jl 111^15
All things considered, the basketball
team had a fairly successful season and
completed its schedule with eight vic-
tories and thirteen defeats. Although
handicapped by a green squad, with
the exception of Dick Merritt and Bob
Tetro. who participated in the last
three games, the team fought valiant-
ly in every contest. The game with
Smith's School at Williamsburg proved
to be the fastest and most thrilling
game of the season, although the Wil-
liamsburg quintet was defeated by two
baskets in the last few minutes of
play. The score was 19-15.
The second team did not win a vic-
tory due to the fact that most of its
members were making their debut on
the basketball court and were pitted
against the larger and more experi-
enced teams of rival schools.
Although the girls' basketball team
did not register a win, it was a team
representative of the fighting spirit of
Burgy students when confronted by
The baseball situation at Williams-
burg High School is far from discour-
aging in spite of the fact that this
year's nine has lost all seven of the
games that it has played. Only two
veterans of last season were available
with the opening of spring practice,
so it was necessary to develop practic-
ally a new team. Five members of
the team are freshmen while one is a
sub-freshman. Inability to hit has
been the chief weakness of the nine.
Williamsburg should have an excellent
team next year, for there will be only
one player graduated. For its fight-
ing spirit, and for the splendid and
unselfish cooperation of the individual
players during the games, the team
deserves unstinted praise.
Class of 1927
Robert Tetro, at home, entering M.
A. G, fall of 1928.
Richard Merritt, at home, entering
M. A. C., fall of 1928.
Alice Nash, at home.
Hazel Hathaway, at home.
Ronald Emrick, at home.
Helen Merritt, Smith College.
Laurence Coogan, Northampton
Leslie Packard, Northampton Com-
Fred Duplissey, International Col-
lege of Springfield.
Hadley Wheeler, University of Ver-
Elizabeth O'Neil '25, Teacher, Can-
Robert Smiley '25, Worthington
Pump Machine Corp., Holyoke.
Bruce Nash '25, Haydenville Brass
Darby Cook '25, Haydenville Brass
Barry Gray '26, Northampton Na-
Wilfred Graves '21, Principal and
Teacher, Fair Haven, Mass.
Lyndal Cranson '23, Teacher, Shel-
Eleanor Mansfield, '24: New Ro-
chelle, New York.
Flora Manwell, '24: M. A. C, Am-
Raymond Burke, '19: St. Mary's
Seminary, Baltimore, Maryland.
Richard Manwell, '26: Amherst Col-
Gladys Damon, '17: to Benjamin
Higgins of Chesterfield.
Stella Dolan, '17: to Howard Mc
Conville of Florence.
Harold Nash, '21 : to Betty Duncan
of Providence, R. I.
Elvera Schuler, '19: to Charles
Shellnut of Boston.
Born to Ruth Atherton Michener,
'25, a boy, Robert Earle.
Born to Wenonah Webb Crandell,
'24, a girl, Wenonah Mae.
Born to Elizabeth Kempkes Luplen,
'26, a girl, June Alyce.
Born to Gertrude Goodwin Bates,
'22 a boy, Leland Thomas.
Born to Anna Patterson Purseglove,
'23, a girl, Helen Dolores.
Born to W. Briceland Nash, '16, a
girl, Justine Lillian.
Annie Bates Lawton, '23.
'XV > / / X X X ^ ^X // ' /' /' 7 "^> x ^ S -7-7-7~/S ,
Mr. Turner: Waller and Betty
Waller: Who's the cause of this?
Mr. T: Why doesn't water flow up
Rena: It's easier to flow down.
Mr. T (To Henry who is whisper-
ing): What, nothing to do?
Henry: Yes, I'm doing something.
Henry (in French class) : Colomba
was "reproaching" the table.
Mr. T: To whom does this compass
Dave: Jimmie, I guess.
Jimmie: It's not mine.
Dave: Well then, it's mine.
Mrs. W (In History XII): Mary,
didn't I ask you not to study English
this period ?
Mary: I wasn't, I was just looking
up something !
After an interesting debate in His-
tory XII in which only a few of the
class took part : —
Mrs. W: (to others): Why didn't
the rest of you say something?
Betty: We didn't get a chance!
Mr. T: Birds of a flock feather to-
Guilty or Not Guilty!
Mr. T: Put what you have in your
mouth in the basket.
Charles Heath: Who, me?
Mr. Chapman: You make me dizzy,
Warner, bouncing your head around
Little Girl: I'll pick the chicken,
Mother, if you'll take off the goose
Mr. C: What northern fruit ripens
in two months?
Mrs. W: Who helped frame the con-
Henry : Washington, Lincoln and
Mr. C. (telling of the Smithsonian
Institute) : They have skeletons pick-
M. Black: The judges will now
withdraw to repair their decision.
The moral of Miles Standish is
Let no one do your proposing!
Mr. C : People live longer now than
they did 50 years ago, at least they're
Wiggie : Aren't skipper-bugs light-
er than water?
Walt: No, they have bigger feet!
Mr. C: If you can handle negro dia-
lect you can give a story lots of color.
Walter: Yes, very dark!
Webb and Utley were making queer
signs and Mr. Chapman remarked:
The last time I saw that trick ]:>layed
I was visiting an insane asylum !
Mr. T: Work is energy.
E. Pearl (bewildered) : Say that
Mr. ChajDman : Name a tropical
B. Bisbee : Grapefruit.
Only One in Captivity
"D. D." Pearl: I talk at my barn and
it hollers right back at me !
Walter: There are three of Ibsen's
plays on the roaster (roster).
A Little Previous
Weeks: They arrived at 12:35,
April 13, having left Ireland April 16.
Mr. C: Did Bryant remain single all
Henry: Yes, after his wife died.
Mr. T. (demonstrating with a bat-
tery) : There are six things you can
get out of this.
Walter: Yes and five of 'em are
Betty: Mr. Turner talks with his
Mr. T: If you aren't going to use
this period for study you might do
Walter (answering for the seniors
who are having a good time) : We are !
Jimmie Coogan is our man of letters.
Mrs. W. (to Henry who is making
an eraser squeek on the board) : It is
almost as good as a rattle, isn't it?
Where are They?
Evelyn : They crossed the Rocky
and Sahara mountains !
Most of 'Em Are
Santa Anna was a politician and,
well, a scoundrel, generally.
Mr. T. (in General Science class) :
What do you get when you ride a
bicycle behind an auto ?
Daniels: You get the dust!
"D. D." Pearl: If the submarine
works on the principle of the Cartesian
diver, how do you ]:mt the pressure on
the ocean to make it sink?
Mr. T: Artificial lightning is made
by 5 million volts of electricity.
"D. D.": Is that hot?
Mr. T: Your weight is, say 125
E. Pearl: Wrong again!
Overheard on the return from the
Bernardston game : —
Wiggie: "Give me a little kiss, will
ya, huh ?"
Rena : Applesauce!
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A good hotel for you to recommend
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Special Sunday Dinners
C. B. TOWER & SONS
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186 Main St.— Tel. 1207
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With our new shop we are now pre-
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Ice Cream Freezers
Opp. Plaza Theatre
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The student said he was.
"Well," said the farmer, "you can round up the sheep."
After several hours the student returned, perspiring and out
"I got the sheep all right," he reported, "but I had a fierce
time getting the lambs."
"The lambs?" said the farmer. "I haven't any lambs.'
"Well," replied the student, "they are in the corral."
Thereupon the farmer went to investigate. In the corral with
the exhausted sheep he found half a dozen panting jackrabbits.
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